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The end of an era.

Ans is now 17 months old. She will be starting pre-school at the beginning of March, the same school EB attends, since next month marks the YEAR AND A HALF milestone. It’s a big one. She’s unbelievably ready and gets straight up pissed that I make her leave all of the obvious fun that her big sister gets to have for the entire day without her. She’s really comfortable at school because she’s gone with me almost every day since she was born to drop off or pick up Big Sister (or as Ans says, “Thither!”). I have to practically drag that small child out (it’s not hard – I just pick her up) and she cries all the way home (which is only 2 minutes away, tops). I’ve even been leaving her in the Child Watch room at the Y, and she’s cool with it all. The toys, oh the toys, they are different than ours.

Ans just can’t make it back out to the car without playing with something at her new school.

This is great. I am very excited about her having three days a week where she plays with other Littles, sits in circle time to read a book, and eat at tiny tables in tiny chairs. She will get the enrichment and attention I can’t always give her while she Wreck-It-Ralph’s the living room when I have a deadline. This will give me three whole work days to churn out designs, keep up with my company’s social media (yes, that’s where I’ve been, playing with tangible rewards like a pay check), and be on site more than just a check-in to take pics with my little buddy.

Ans playing outside watering plants.

But that’s just it. My little buddy. She who would like to snuggle and kiss and give endless fives. She who would rather sit on my lap or stomach, or just in some way on my person if we’re in the same room, which we always are. Ans is much more snuggly than Eebs. Not necessarily needy, but yes, also needy. I couldn’t take a bath in peace tonight because she kept trying to climb in with me in her PJs. This is after I called Hubs to get her because she was climbing out and throwing cups full of water out onto the bathroom rug.

Yes, it will be easier, but she’ll officially be attending school! For the rest of her life (practically)! This is the last two weeks of being a full-time-stay-at-home-working mom. I’m going to try and crunch all of my work life into those three days so that I don’t split myself on T/TH to be fully present with her on the days home.

I’ve been lucky to be able to keep Ans home this long. I put EB in daycare at 10 months after taking her to work with me for that long. She got sick all the time and her ear/nose/throat situation has been a persistent problem since then. There might be surgery in her future – more on this later. Ans has not been sick nearly as often and has had much fewer ear infections. I also can’t complain about the snuggles and guilt-free co-PJ-wearing mornings watching TV.

EB has gone to this school since she was 1-1/2 as well. Now she has best friends she wants to dance with at Sweetheart Balls! Love.

HERE is the post where I wrote about EB’s first day at this school. It has a pic of her and I walking up to the door together holding hands. I want to take a new pic just like it with Ans, so I need to get her a small backpack…to carry my tears in with her. Wah.

Life moves on. We all get a little bit older everyday. But as Eebs said the other day, “Is today tomorrow right now?” Time is relative. As a kid I had too much of it; as an adult, it’s never enough, and goes by so very quickly. How is already almost March? And the real question – am I going to wean that upright baby now that she’s going into daycare? Because I don’t even know.